Put your arms on the edge,
On the rim of the world.
Watch them walk and sustain
All their lies that can twirl.
Clear their minds with your smile,
Use your image and light,
Voice that pierced through their skulls
Down to eyes, breaking sight.
Lost in hope, now feel freedom -
Never drowned in the past.
Prove yourself, tell about pain
When your mask melts at last.
Lucky face, dirty grins
Smashed away with your tears.
Never knew their names
What was told disappears.
There's no difference for you
Who will win and who won't
You forgot what means "sad",
They still jabber - you don't.
An example for those who
Still do not recognize
Their pitiful selves as
True beckons for life.
Your coldness will be their incentive
© Copyright: Оксана Малефисента Тихомирова, 2013
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